Playwright Fate

You may point with the crooked cane
You conspire on my broken brain
And playwright fate will have his way

We’re all actors in this play
We’re all passengers on his train
Now playwright fate don’t make me stay
And soon enough the brakes won’t take the weight
That is depending, and it’s the strain on my left arm takes
I’m just hoping for a happy ending

So long, sir
You’re in a land where you don’t belong
Just keep kissing to the kissing song
You’re in a land where you don’t belong
Well there’s clearly something wrong
Keep kissing to the kissing song
You’re in a land where you don’t belong x2

So, so long friends
So long family
The letters were sent
I’m gonna die here beautifully

Now the housecat’s on his seventh life
He said his goodbyes to his beautiful wife
He said he’s going to a land where mice grow on trees!
He said he’s going to a place where beasts like us roam free
He said come with me x2
We’re  gonna die here gracefully

So long, Sir,
We’re in a land where we don’t belong
Just keep kissing to the kissing song
We’re in a land where we don’t belong
And there’s clearly something wrong
Keep kissing to the kissing song
We’re in a land where we don’t belong x2

Get out of this place
Inhabitants of the children with the cheap cocaine
And the playwright fate has had his say

‘Cause we are as brittle as biscuits
Sarcastic, the English are bright

So long, Sir
We’re in a land where we don’t belong
Just keep kissing to the kissing song
We’re in a land where we don’t belong x2

Oh there’s clearly something wrong
Keep kissing to the kissing song
We’re in a land where we don’t belong x2

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